"You walk like a slut!" yelled the jeering face hanging out the window as the van drove past us. His shoulders heaved with laughter.
Her hips suddenly restricted themselves in a way I've never seen them before. Rather than limitlessly stirring, her hips were faltering, teetering on that final balancing toe. She threw her arms out a bit to try to catch an uplifting breeze of self-esteem, confidence or compliment. I wanted to throw nails under their tires.
I tried to tell her last night that her walk was sexy, that it conveyed a confidence that I wanted, a peace, I ceaselessly sought after, and a model-like countenance I couldn't even mimic. I'd tried when I was younger to sway, disembodied like that; I balanced books, laundry, and shoe boxes on my head for moments before they almost inevitably fell on my toes. I'd told her that, but I don't think she got it. I think she was stuck in her own world, that world that's so much closer to perfect than she'll let herself understand...
"Like a slut". What does that even mean? That she seems confident? That she has sex appeal? Whatever it is, I want it. I want a hoot, a holler-- something other than "adorable" or "cute little girl". I am twenty years old and damn it, I want to walk like a slut!